Flowers, in
colours and shades That mother
plants can only shape. Blossomed in all
their glory. The sight, a
feast for one’s eyes. An elixir of
life, the flower, A rose, a lily,
a sunflower Or even a frost
flower. Its silence
means a thousand words. A flower, by any
name, is still a flower. It lives,
thrives, entices and then fades. Stay a few days
more, The branches do
not plead. The flowers love
their destiny. Not a day more,
not a day less. Head held high
and shining all the way. Mending hearts. Give a flower or
take a flower The fragrance
exhilarates. Love and
emotions merge to shout. If nothing works
give a flower. Yellow, red or
white One night or
another night, Before the wind
blows it away. But no qualms,
another day, another flower.
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